I am thankful for baby bottles on the sink – it means my daughter and grandson have been down for the weekend.

I am thankful for cheese – the standard “tasty” that satisfies my tastebuds. (I probably shouldn’t be thankful that it has diminished 7/8 since I bought it on Saturday! – in my defence some of it was used in cooking, and being eaten by 3 others).

I am thankful for my doona cover, even though it must be at least 15+ years old, I still love it, and it’s a nice heavy weight which is great as we move into the cooler nights of Autumn.

WordPress tells me it is 4 years today since I joined this slice of the WWW.

So, in honour of that, here is a little photo I like – simply because it has that secret inverted light – and that makes me want to venture down it’s curvy path and find out WHY there is a secret light.

I am thankful for my mobility – something I tend to take for granted until I get a wake up call.

I am thankful for rain – it’s been dry for a fair while here, and a brief rain last week gave much needed freshness (and the wonderful smell of water on hot dirt).

I am thankful for my senses: sight, smell, touch and sound – being in the garden indulges them all. The intricacies of flowers, the aroma of lavender heads as they are picked is intoxicating, the feel of my hands in the dirt, the sound of birds flitting in the trees.

There was movement in the paddock, for the sight had got around that the chick from Old Ma White had got away and had joined the wild bush turbo hens – she was worth 5 cents all told, predictably no neighbours had gathered to the fray. For they didn’t care for livestock, which they let wander anywhere and it made me wild to see their disregard, for I’d oft had to remove their livestock from my garden and my lawn, and chasing goats and chooks just makes me mad.

If you have never read the poem “The Man From Snowy River” by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson- which was one of my all-time favourite poems as a younger person, I could recite all 13 verse by memory at one stage – do yourself a favour and check it out here.

Please pardon by lack of “review cleverness” in the following, I would love to be able to write a clever piece, but I’m just not good at that sort of thing, so it’s just plain English from me.

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I enjoyed this selection of short stories by Barb, as she writes in an easy to read, witty manner. Reading them was like dipping into your favourite sweets, knowing that you will enjoy them whatever you choose.

Some made me laugh out loud, some made me thoughtful, and one even made me a little sad – but underlying all that was the “feel-good” factor of indulging in a few moments of pure reading happiness.

This is a lovely collection of well-written, funny short stories. A great read for any place and any time.

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If you haven’t caught up with Barb’s blog yet, do yourself a favour and hop over there to indulge in some good old-fashioned wit and laugh out loud moments. She really knows how to write about life’s little quirks in a way that is guaranteed to make you smile.